Ra Diggs - Eulogy lyrics

[intro] When I raise my flashing sword, and my hand takes hold on judgement I will take vengeance upon mine enemies, and I will repay those who haze me Oh, Lord, raise me to Thy right hand and count me among Thy saints [Verse 1: Ra Diggs] Now while they talk about fiction I'ma spit real rap Irrefutable try to dispute my facts My mom's got cancer and my pop's smoke crack So imagine of the ment in mind spawned out of that Born out of that I was forced with a decision Either I'm gon' starve or it's going to prison But I was going to November, early September Na six handcuffed on a crook-bench n***a I'm sick only fourteen years But thats the last time I let a n***a see tears Nobody gave me nothing no father figure Raised by my older cousins Help me serve n***as they help me burn n***as They gave me the hammers They contributed to the d**h toll in the Bamas Down-town Brooklyn, I'ma stop under all that Too much information to make me my own rat But I'm talking 'bout facts they lying in their raps The reason they ain't buying them, is dying because of that These n***as is trying and I ain't trying to go back Locked in a cage with the roaches and the rats Security is max and majority is black So is the president but n***as is still trapped (OBAMA!) [?] n***as is still trapped because n***as is cash-strapped n***as seeing dollars deflating the Nasdaq So irrational decisions go get him an a** crack Full of that time, isolated and confined Where the only reprieve is the preservation of mind With no hesitation, I'm one of the elite That's gon' play the judge and jury in the street I'ma wave the heat I solemnly swear Before I let them give me a hundred and twenty years A hundred and twenty years? imagine that there My n***as starve blue trial and that's what he got to wear Hey now, he got a head, screaming and howling and tortured souls That want to leave confinement All they hear is violence all over the violins Even though the soundtrack to his murder is silence n***as spitting nonsense that's making me nauseous He spit I'm sick n***a I vomit Filling him with a bomb that firing like a comet n***a you could die for a quote or a comment n***a I'm a Spartan die for involvement Anybody a**ociated could get harmed then Messenger deliver the message he lose an arm then Throw him like Saddam track him down like a garment Hunt him like a dear I'm a lion and I'm starving King of the concrete jungle my apartment Complex, n***as wearing armour like a bomb-threat Like they preparing for a war they ain't start yet All my projects all my hood! Oh my momma I wish a n***a would Run up on that big homie like I'm shook And I promise that that boy left won't look good sh** ain't looking good when n***as is gone wood Thinking because they sold records the thinking they still could I'ma behead these n***as, code-red these n***as Anybody with a title I'ma dead these n***as I'ma bury these n***as, I'm d**h get used to me Paul-bearer flow use this song for the eulogy (the eulogy)